So much for this morning's planned activities. Fell asleep around 8AM, woke up officially at 12PM. Didn't go for a run. I am not wearing bright make-up, or nice clothes. In fact, I'm still in my pajamas. I feel awful. And my mom woke me up to ask, "Why are you sleeping so much, are you on drugs?" No, of couse not, Mom. Because if I were on drugs, I wouldn't waste it sleeping. No, I'm not on drugs. I don't know where she thinks I have the money to buy drugs. Seriously. Ugh. Shitty motherfucking night/morning/past 24 hours. I want to just curl up with a case and die.